I walked by your guidance counselor's office one time. A bunch of you were sitting there waiting to be shepherded. I remember it smelled like dead flowers, like decay. Then it hit me. The hope of our nation's future is a bunch of mulch.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1604 | 2017-09-14 05:03:30 | 81.87 | 96% |